Bus station is a long way from the hotel. Rain
stops three times during the ride and starts again.
Taxi costs half the price of Mandalay bus
ticket. The bus station is a whole block.
I have a ticket to VIP bus. It was supposed to
be better than ordinary bus. It is. Three seats in a row, one on the one side of
the aisle and two on the other side. I have the single seat but since there’s
only one passenger per row so it does not matter actually. Hello Kitty blankets.
The stewardess starts to distribute things right away. Cake are two pieces of
something in a box, both wrapped separately in plastic. Why. Candy. Carbonized
soft drink, liquid sugar, a very warm can. Better not to open. Finally she asks
everyone if anybody wants medicine, swinging a large box. Interesting, what are
the options? The announcement is for me also in English but I don’t understand
it any better than the previous Bamar language one. That we’ll arrive at six.
And this I knew before.
I see a bus with ‘Academia Highway Express’
written on it. Perhaps I ought to be on it.
I have been farsighted enough to take warm
clothes and socks to protect me from wind in the bus. I’ve also put toothpaste
and brush in an easily reachable place. Because on midnight we stop somewhere
with a lot of buses and flashing lights where all the people from our bus walk
in single file through eating people to the toilet. This has already been.
Where are all the tourists?
We are in Mandalay half an hour before the
announced time. After getting through a group of yelling men a
intelligent-looking man comes to ask if he can help me. He can take me on his
motorbike to the hotel with half the price of a taxi. Well then. He’s happy
that I’m Estonian. Otherwise there are mostly French and Germans. Perhaps they
collect nationalities here? He says that I must really like Burma after hearing
that I’m third time there. I try to say yes convincingly. Only yesterday I
found a new study that shows that the problem has one more layer and this is
not pretty.
In the hotel I have enough time to shower, do my
exercises and sleep for an hour before meeting my local contact. We arrive in
the lobby at the same time. He also has a friend with him, a linguist. First we
have breakfast and then they have organized meetings with four people. That’s shows
Burmese efficiency in a different light. The most interesting discussion I have
with a university professor although everybody speak so disapprovingly of the
universities. Maybe they have never been to one.
Mandalay is nicer and lower than Yangon. But the
same unreasonable temperature. My room is a concrete box. Good and big but without
mobile network. Which is annoying. My Yangon contact keeps me on hold. Which is
even more annoying.
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